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Scarface (rapper)( Brad Terrence Jordan )
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Soldier Story
Lyricist:Anthony Gilmour, Brad Jordan, Joseph Mc Vay
Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious, no smile on this block, gives answers if you curious
Good times disappear quickly back into a mist Shooter hardly ever miss, that means I'm accurate Crack the pitch man, pretty soon Ima have to switch Scratchin' the itch with paper cuts on my index
The real riders shoot up blocks and screams who next Like my nigga two text, he told two text Done been in beef before but in Houston they call it plex Gotta know the protocol, I'm warnin' y'all it gets deep
So deep, the prison guards'll put you to sleep Rest eternally, no comin' back, ya O.D., overdose This neighborhood got me comatose Back against the wall, another statistic I know
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain 'Cause I'm a gangsta
The gas prices too high, the pay raise is too low I'm better off in the game flippin' kicks like Judo Or out somewhere pimpin' gettin' money and by the two wholes That's why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you flows
Feds' watchin' my hood, entirely too much gun play Neighborhood basketball stars slain last Monday Raided the neighborhood, king pen last Tuesday If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you say?
Given the opportunity to tell it to the masters Lower middle class still a carryin' bus passes Young girls givin' birth before they hit the ninth grade 'Bout to be a mom and can't even make Kool Aid
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Who made this crack anyway? Told us about the heroin Sold us alcohol and the guns that we carry 'round Can't blame us for everything goin' wrong in the States I don't blame a nigga for nothin' he do to get cake
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain 'Cause I'm a gangsta
It's like the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always fallin' short on her goals
The street life is cold, it's either win or lose or you fold Money is the root to all evils what I was told When everything you thought you'd believed in was a hoax You put your faith in front of those demons
And when the smoke clears, the truth appear The fight for your life, the struggles of a wrong versus right And wrong won, a song sung in the keys of reality When death crosses your path, blood shed tragically
So automatically you come to a close and realize That no matter what we key to the codes I seen the hood swallow muthafuckas whole The shit amountin' in the system ain't never make it home, that I know
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta
The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain 'Cause I'm a gangsta
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